First. Let me come out and admit, I’m a cookie junkie. I eat cookies all day long and try to remember to fit in a normal meal or two. Most any dessert will do if need be but I break out in hives and stutter when I’m out of cookies. I buy them in bulk and yet, because I thrill so much at grocery shopping (excuse #109), I manage to run out.
Today, facing act three and the Snyder Beat “Break Into Three”, I have no Oreos to get me through. My Muse is pacing, her nails bitten to bloody nubs. My Internal Editor is snickering, pouring himself a celebratory scotch.
I need cookies.
And so, I have eaten myself dry and now am procrastinating writing with lots of cookies excuses. Sweet!